Short Cruises

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SHORT CRUISES

BY

W. W. JACOBS

CONTENTS

THE CHANGELING

MIXED RELATIONS
HIS LORDSHIP
ALF’S DREAM
A DISTANT RELATIVE
THE TEST
IN THE FAMILY
A LOVE-KNOT
HER UNCLE
THE DREAMER
ANGELS’ VISITS
A CIRCULAR TOUR

ILLUSTRATIONS

FROM DRAWINGS BY WILL OWEN

“‘And what about my voice?’ he demanded”

“‘George!’ she exclaimed sharply”

“He struck a match and, holding it before his face, looked up at the
window”

“Mr. Stokes, taking his dazed friend by the arm, led him gently away”

“The mate smiled too”

“Sarcasm they did try, but at that the cook could more than hold his
own”

“‘Good-by,’ he said slowly; ‘and I wish you both every happiness'”

“‘She’s got your eyes,’ said his lordship”

“‘I like fools better than lords'”

“He patted ‘im on the shoulder and said ‘ow well he was filling out”

“Mr. Potter was then introduced and received a gracious reception”

“A gold watch and chain lent an air of substance to his waistcoat”

“‘And we don’t want you following us about,’ said Mr. Dix, sharply”

“‘I tell you he can’t swim,’ repeated Mr. Heard, passionately”

“‘You leave go o’ my lodger,’ ses Bob Pretty”

“He slammed the door in Bob Pretty’s face”

“On the third morning he took Mrs. Bowman out for a walk”

“‘I had forgotten it was there,’ he said, nervously”

“The corner of the trunk took the gesticulating Mr. Wragg by the side of
the head”

“‘What did you do that for?’ demanded Mr. Gale, sitting up”

“‘Why didn’t you tell me then?’ ses Ted”

“‘I shall take my opportunity,’ he ses, ‘and break it to ‘er gentle
like'”

“He astonished Mrs. Jobling next day by the gift of a geranium”

“They offered Mrs. Jobling her choice of at least a hundred plans for
bringing him to his senses”

“‘She asked ‘im whether ‘e’d got a fancy for any partikler spot to be
buried in”

“‘All right,’ ses the cabman, taking his ‘orse out and leading it into a
stable, ‘mind you don’t catch cold'” “So long”

[Illustration: THE CHANGELING]

THE CHANGELING

Mr. George Henshaw let himself in at the front door, and stood for some
time wiping his boots on the mat. The little house was ominously still,
and a faint feeling, only partially due to the lapse of time since
breakfast, manifested itself behind his waistcoat. He coughed—a matter-
of-fact cough—and, with an attempt to hum a tune, hung his hat on the
peg and entered the kitchen.

Mrs. Henshaw had just finished dinner. The neatly cleaned bone of a chop

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